The republic of letters, [ed.] by A. Whitelaw, المجلد 3Alexander Whitelaw 1833 |
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... soul , she might well be proud of him , for a finer lad there was not in the country round . " Unfortunately the son was tempted during a year of scarcity and agricultural hardship , to enter the service of one of the small craft that ...
... soul , she might well be proud of him , for a finer lad there was not in the country round . " Unfortunately the son was tempted during a year of scarcity and agricultural hardship , to enter the service of one of the small craft that ...
الصفحة 57
... soul of Vivenzio shrunk with dismay as he entered this abode , and heard the ponderous doors triple - locked by the silent ruffians who conducted him to it . Their silence seemed prophetic of his fate , of the living grave that had been ...
... soul of Vivenzio shrunk with dismay as he entered this abode , and heard the ponderous doors triple - locked by the silent ruffians who conducted him to it . Their silence seemed prophetic of his fate , of the living grave that had been ...
الصفحة 66
... soul at the sight ! It was a precious link , that united him , for the moment , with the world beyond . There was ecstasy in the thought . As he gazed , long and earnestly , it seemed as if the windows had lowered sufficiently for him ...
... soul at the sight ! It was a precious link , that united him , for the moment , with the world beyond . There was ecstasy in the thought . As he gazed , long and earnestly , it seemed as if the windows had lowered sufficiently for him ...
الصفحة 67
... of a pang . But such a lethargy of the soul , after such an excitement of its fiercest passions , had entered into the diabolical calculations of Tolfi ; and the fell artificer of his designs had THE IRON SHROUD . 67.
... of a pang . But such a lethargy of the soul , after such an excitement of its fiercest passions , had entered into the diabolical calculations of Tolfi ; and the fell artificer of his designs had THE IRON SHROUD . 67.
الصفحة 78
... soul , ' What brought thee to thy master's court - yard that night ? ' and this set me raving again . Unable longer to bear this torture , I made up my mind to self - slaughter , for the thoughts of delivering myself into the hands of ...
... soul , ' What brought thee to thy master's court - yard that night ? ' and this set me raving again . Unable longer to bear this torture , I made up my mind to self - slaughter , for the thoughts of delivering myself into the hands of ...
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الصفحة 335 - The breath whose might I have invoked in song Descends on me; my spirit's bark is driven, Far from the shore, far from the trembling throng Whose sails were never to the tempest given; The massy earth and sphered skies are riven! I am borne darkly, fearfully, afar; Whilst burning through the inmost veil of Heaven, The soul of Adonais, like a star, Beacons from the abode where the Eternal are.
الصفحة 335 - That light whose smile kindles the universe, That beauty in which all things work and move, That benediction which the eclipsing curse Of birth can quench not, that sustaining Love Which, through the web of being blindly wove By man and beast and earth and air and sea, Burns bright or dim, as each are mirrors of The fire for which all thirst, now beams on me, Consuming the last clouds of cold mortality.
الصفحة 332 - Peace, peace ! he is not dead, he doth not sleep, He hath awakened from the dream of life ; Tis we who, lost in stormy visions, keep With phantoms an unprofitable strife, And in mad trance strike with our spirit's knife Invulnerable nothings.
الصفحة 334 - Here pause: these graves are all too young as yet To have outgrown the sorrow which consigned Its charge to each ; and if the seal is set, Here, on one fountain of a mourning mind, Break it not thou! too surely shalt thou find Thine own well full, if thou returnest home, Of tears and gall. From the world's bitter wind Seek shelter in the shadow of the tomb. What Adonais is, why fear we to become?
الصفحة 331 - Live thou, whose infamy is not thy fame! Live! fear no heavier chastisement from me, Thou noteless blot on a remembered name! But be thyself, and know thyself to be!
الصفحة 328 - The airs and streams renew their joyous tone; The ants, the bees, the swallows reappear; Fresh leaves and flowers deck the dead Seasons...
الصفحة 333 - His part, while the one Spirit's plastic stress Sweeps through the dull dense world, compelling there, All new successions to the forms they wear; Torturing th' unwilling dross that checks its flight To its own likeness, as each mass may bear; And bursting in its beauty and its might From trees and beasts and men into the Heaven's light.
الصفحة 334 - Thy footsteps to a slope of green access Where, like an infant's smile, over the dead A light of laughing flowers along the grass is spread. And gray walls moulder round, on which dull Time Feeds, like slow fire upon a hoary brand; And one keen pyramid with wedge sublime, Pavilioning the dust of him who planned This refuge for his memory, doth stand Like flame transformed to marble; and beneath, A field is spread, on which a newer band Have pitched in Heaven's smile their camp of death Welcoming...
الصفحة 140 - The Lord giveth, and the Lord ' taketh away ; blessed be the name of the Lord.
الصفحة 388 - The Soul, of origin divine, GOD'S glorious image, freed from clay, In heaven's eternal sphere shall shine A star of day. " The SUN is but a spark of fire, A transient meteor in the sky ; The SOUL, immortal as its Sire, SHALL NEVER DIE.